I hear your voice calling,
so sweet and silvery clear,
the wind is blowing in the wild,
the wild is coming near,
like a lion and the lamb
who lie down to sleep,
the dagger’s edge cuts no more
for you are cradling me,
the wolf lies down with her prey,
the stars burn brightly now
and I shall no longer weep
for you are by my side.
s.k. lindeman